Before I get into the match report, a short Quokka community (Quokmunity?) service announcement:
Some of you may not be aware (I wasn’t until the Napier match), that in addition to being the usual custodian of the big blue team kit bag, The Rev has his own personal kit bag. This is also blue, but slightly smaller. I would suggest that we should treat his personal bag as we would anybody else’s, ie. asking politely to borrow anything from it, rather than the “open slather” approach to the team kit.
The Rev may appear calm on the outside, all smiles, nods and pats on the bum, but inside he is a seething mass of punches and head buts accumulated over three years of 5 am wake ups and just waiting to be unleashed on the next f’wit that goes rummaging around in his stuff without asking.
You have been warned.
Right, the Napier match.
We arrived at the ground to find the wrong team waiting for us, The Rev (using his words, not headbuts), quickly sorted them out. Some pre-match catching practise and a won toss and we were batting.
A strong wind and a big puddle of piss in the outfield made conditions tough and runs, particularly off side boundaries, were difficult to come by. The latest opening pair of Mo and the Big Dog didn’t really get going, and Dutchy got run out by a direct hit. Unluckiest dismissal of the day.
This brought together the standout partnership of the innings, Lonely Joe and the Cruizer. 30 no and 29 respectively at faster than a run a ball, with a 6 each. Nice work lads.
Highlights of the Rev’s knock were briefly facing up left handed and keeping an over from their dangerous spinner out. Emu was the backbone of the middle and lower order, knocking up 28 including a rarely seen switch hit, which deserved more than a single into the sewer water.
A total of 120 seemed very low, but you know the old adage: don’t judge a track until both teams have batted.
The defence started well with Lonely taking a wicket in the first over and an opener gone for a duck. Unfortunately even a nice tight Quokka huddle couldn’t conjure up another wicket for quite a while. Their next two batsmen put on 60 runs between them and things were looking grim.
Some tight bowling, in particular from J-rod, Ed, The Phantom and Dutchy led to scoreboard pressure, and finally the wickets started to fall. Ed, Phantom and Mo were all the beneficiaries of outfield catches showing varying degrees of confidence by Emu, Ed and The Rev.
Special mention should be made of the The Phantom’s effort to make a lot of ground to get under a high ball and try and catch it three or four times. Maybe if we all had our parents watching we’d show that sort of commitment?
With such a low total it was always going to be tight, and they only needed 6 off the last over. They got there with one ball to spare. An agonising loss taken hard by all, especially final bowler Lonely, who spent the night in a room of mirrors.
Special thanks to all those who put their shoes, and lets face it, personal wellbeing on the line by volunteering to field in the stank. Although nobody showed commitment like the Napier guy who aquaplaned straight into it on his arse at the first opportunity.
Oh well, at least we got to go back to the Napier and watch the Big Dog smash a Bogan Burger.